[ Astarion is so lucky (citation needed) that Iorveth loves him. Were he anyone else, Iorveth would harm him physically in unnecessarily creative ways; because he's Astarion, the worst Iorveth can do is scowl.
No grabbing, no yanking. In situations like these, Iorveth refuses to touch Astarion without express permission. So: ]
Gods, you're unbearable. [ False. What's unbearable is being this close without touching, which is a bonkers thing to think. ] ...Put your wandering hands anywhere you wish, as long as you stay close to me.
[ Do not deprive the deranged drunk elf of his comfort person, he means. Iorveth stays put where he is, but expectation is written clearly on his distinct, sharp features. ]
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No grabbing, no yanking. In situations like these, Iorveth refuses to touch Astarion without express permission. So: ]
Gods, you're unbearable. [ False. What's unbearable is being this close without touching, which is a bonkers thing to think. ] ...Put your wandering hands anywhere you wish, as long as you stay close to me.
[ Do not deprive the deranged drunk elf of his comfort person, he means. Iorveth stays put where he is, but expectation is written clearly on his distinct, sharp features. ]